Novel & Cerita Lazos En Guerra: La Virgen Es Mía

“No.” His voice broke. “Then I’ll make you remember.” He pulled me into his arms, holding me tight, his breath shaking against my hair. Lysandra watched from the shadows, her expression unreadable. “It is done,” she whispered. “The fire is sealed. But the war has only just begun.” Outside, the first light of dawn touched the mountains. And somewhere far away, in another burning grove, Aaron lifted his head, eyes flashing gold. He smiled. “She’s chosen,” he murmured. “Good. Now the fire is mine to wake.”

He turned to her then, and for the first time, she saw something raw in his gaze, not defeat, not even anger, but the cold clarity of war. “No,” Matteo said, his grip tightening on her hand. “We don’t kneel. We burn back.” The words were not shouted. They were a vow, as sharp as any blade, as final as any execution. Bianca felt the heat of the flames reflected in Matteo’s eyes, in her own blood. Serena had lit the sea. But they would light the world. Together, they whispered the words that would mark the beginning of a new war, a war that would paint Europe red.

I watch as Chiara begins to weep, then I see a limp hand falling on the ground. When I get close enough, I see that she’s holding Lazaro against her as he bleeds from a huge gash on his chest, struggling to look into his daughter’s eyes as life starts to fade away from his gaze.

I called it blood. Now, his empire is mine to dismantle. The man standing beside me—Ricardo Valez, one of Enzo’s oldest rivals—poured himself a drink, his voice lazy. “You’ve started a war you can’t end.” “Who said I want to end it?” I smiled. “I just want them to burn.” On the screen before us, footage looped of Zara and Lucien arriving at the charred estate. “Zara’s not your enemy,” Ricardo said. “She’s collateral.”

“They’re watching all of us, but they’re waiting on you. Maybe you’re part of the prophecy. Maybe you’re the tipping point.” Lazriel looked between the three of us, and for the first time, his usual flirtation faded into something darker. “Then let’s hope we choose well when the time comes.” Then he clapped his hands. “But enough foreboding! Let’s plan a war, shall we?” *********

she yelled, pointing to the sword under Vrykolakas's sword. Seeing Vrykolakas about to crush the sword, Lenora knew she needed to distract Vrykolakas, at least for a second. She gathered all her left-over energy to attack him. Since Azazel was dead, no spell has stopped her now. With a roar, she threw an attack at the Vrykolakas. He was not injured, but it left an impact. He took a few steps back, releasing his grip on Adira's neck and Zaros's sword. Zaros seized the opportunity to grab the Lazarus sword and hurl it towards Maximus with all his strength.

Ryker said, and stepped closer to the girls. With the rod in his hand, lifted their body parts and inspected them with his hands. He ran his fingers all over their body, while the girls pleaded with him to stop . “Hm, who did you say she is?” Ryker asked, pointing to a petite wolf. “She is the Luna of Vixen Pack.” Blaise answered. “Free her hands and legs.” Ryker ordered. I gulped thinking of what he had in mind for her. The guards did as instructed, and each man held her down.

Blood sputtered from his nose onto the debris beneath. Finish your enemy off completely. I suddenly remembered his Uncle Gordon’s voice echoing in his subconscious. Grunting, I raised his my to land another blow on the wolf’s head. Finish him off completely. “Finish him off, Leighton,” the Alpha’s voice interrupted, replacing Uncle Gordon's. Raising my hand to look at the alpha, I brought it down with even more force than I had the first time, only this time, it struck the ground merely inches from Troy’s face.

Matteo’s voice met me. "Which girl?" I asked as my gaze roamed around the view I had been looking at. "Alessia Romero. The Lazza enemy." He announced and that got me for a moment. I had forgotten we had a trouble girl in the territory. The idiot kept seeking the dark side of me, and she was probably going to earn it the hard way. "How?" Who was I kidding? She was smart and a stubborn thorn in everyone's ass. Her presence irritated me but she was something that Lazza needed the most. The lead to our most deserved enemy. She was to be the lesson to the Gallo’s.

He did not want to suddenly receive William’s call to be told that a woman of his was captured while Mackenzie was in the middle of the battle. Javier refused to see something like this. It was four days later when Javier finally lost sleep because Mackenzie had begun the battle. It was like a small-scale war had erupted in Lustmord Island. Due to Angelina’s high regard, she had even sent neighboring army troops to join the battle. Those army troops did not have fighter jets. They only had some armed helicopters. After all, the fighter jets would pose too much damage, and who knew where William had hidden Zephiel at? She would be a sinner if a missile accidentally bombarded the old man.